A captain; tall, blonde and busty.

She commanded her men with fire and zeal and fought you well. Her ship almost matched yours in firepower and it was perhaps the first decent challenge in a long time. The battle was hard fought and when you saw her, after fighting tooth and nail to come aboard, you knew you had to have her.
She waded through the carnage like a goddess of war, her bright blue eyes shining in her beautiful face framed by white-blonde curls.
You confronted each other, Captain to Captain, and the rest of the world faded away. She struck first, but yours was the last blow. A well-timed strike to the side of her head and she was yours, limp in your arms.

Remembering the feel of her body against yours sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. You jerk out of the memories when you hear the call to enter the dining hall.
Time to decide. Should you stay and enjoy the banquet, with endless wine and dancing girls? Or will you decline and head home to your Doe? After all, she is waiting for you.